The Tardy Cherub

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Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.

It’s The Last Day of June

Departing once again from our flights of fancy, I uphold my traditional closing of the month of June, reflecting, remembering. . . 



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